Monday, May 18, 2015

Insomnia Poetry

Yes, I can't sleep.

To anyone who is reading, here's a poem or two:

  1. How I am beaten down by the darkness in your eyes. 
       I request that you hide them, and spare the stars.
       She, in celestial exile, who bathes in the tears of a half-crazed moon. 

  1. Who comes to hear the song of souls?
       Alas, those brought to die
       Shall carry their opinions, bold 
       Foretold the screaming sky 

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